Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Scion,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.